The children of the streets of Istanbul wander the city, hang around the patios of the cafés and sell things like packets of gum and kleenex to tourists or pursue the full time occupation of shining shoes . They are wild little children, dressed in ragged clothes. These children are skilled in the [...]
Sınce I lıve ın a country which has at least two major languages, but probably three and since I have no fear of language, one day I decided to have the poem translated into French. And still, I have not lost my identity. I think - how lovely, in another language. It [...]
Imagine: Istanbul
Where the rivers meet the sea,
The ships sail
Water glistens
Traffic roars
Men fish
From the Galata Bridge
And people pray
For paradise and
Air conditioners
I am looking for the little boy
Of Istanbul.
It’s his eyes you see
That captured me
The beauty and the fear.
Ships pull out from harbor
Hands clap with joy
Pigeons fly
In quick escape
To hide away
And I hear a call
Five times [...]
Yusuf helped me with my search on the first day. He spoke good English because once he had lived in America. He tolerated my obsession with finding the little boy of Istanbul.
However, I think that secretly he thinks I am crazy, somewhat… When he wanted to find me on other [...]
It was at the end of a day of photographing the beauty of the city of Istanbul that I came upon a little boy of nine or ten years old shining shoes by the Mosque. He worked with the dexterity and skill of an old man. I had never seen a child work [...]
As every story has a character, I will tell you about myself. My name is Tanya.
In the story, I am the narrator, the blond girl with the blue eyes who is searching for the little boy of Istanbul.
In real life I work as a publishing specialist and graphic designer.
I also love blogging.
I [...]
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